Today at dinner, Anna requested her knife to "cut" her hot dog.
Jacob willingly traipsed himself to the silverware drawer, and said "I'll get it for you, Anna, if it's available. If not, it might be in the dishwasher."
And after dinner, Mark was washing Anna's face with a new multi-colored washcloth.
"Oh man, that's p'etty!"
Maybe we don't get out enough, but they certainly crack us up.
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